(#Flash Friday) Going Home

OK, I'm trying something new here.Not sure how it'll turn out.Let me know.
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White washed walls. White screen door. Paint peeling. Lovely. Home.

Havoc, chaos, death. Hollow eyes, hungry gums, icy skin. Unforgiving. Cold steel, blinding flash. Soul broken. Family lost. Bloody hand print pressed to mesh.

Cool mountain forest. Leaves crunching under foot. Running head long. Vision red-edged. Lungs burning. Heart beating against brain.

A log.

A fall.

Broken leg, bone through skin.

Broken hearted.

Life failing. Light fading.
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“Oh Hun, its perfect!” squealed Marnie, her blue eyes shining as the sea on a summer day.

We found our home.

“If you’re sure babe,” I said hesitantly, looking at all I had to do before Bryson came to us. “I mean it’s a lot of work…”

It really was. The porch roof half caved in on the right side. The paint was god awful, all shades and states of flaking. The screen door ripped at the bottom on rusty hinges.

“but Brice….” Her freckles scrounging together around her nose as he caressed the battered screen. She turns to me smiling, so lovely.

She knew I couldn’t say no to that beautiful face. She was my world, my everything, my love. Stepping in close to my little Mermaid and caressing her perfect tummy, our future.

“Okay, I’ll find a way to make it work, I just want the best.” I kiss her neck.

“I know. I love you.” She says, reaching back to rub my hair.

“Not as much as I love you.”

We hold one another each wondering what the future holds.
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Wet oak leaves. Redder still.

Sweat.

Teeth marks swollen.

Blood oozing to shirt. Like wine on sand.

Fever. Blackness comes again.
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“Daddy, look!” Bryson Exclaimed with only the joy a kid can have, pulling the plastic bucket off the wet sand throwing it to the side, forgotten.

“Great son! All by yourself too.”

It was the first vacation we had had in a few years, what with Bryson being young and house repairs to pay for I didn’t have time to get away.

“I’m glad you got away hun, you needed it. You work too hard.” Said Marnie , smiling her little smile driving me crazy.

It’s been ten years I’ve known her, been close, and she still makes my heart skip. I wasn’t concerned with the white, warm sand or the bright blue ocean I was just happy to spend time with my family.

“What did I do?” Ask Marnie, giggling and sipping her wine.

“Nothing Marn…I’m just happy.”

Staring off in the distance I notice Bryson’s gone too far away from us.

“I told him to stay close”

“Hes four, what do you expect dear?”

“I know, I’ll go get him”

I kiss her on the lips, the peppery flavor of the vintage sour on my tongue.

“Daddy! Daddy! OUCH….OUCHY!DADDY!” I hear him scream from the ankle deep water

I run.

I get there and pull a clear blob off and run back to Marnie, Bryson crying all the while.

“whats wrong?”

I don’t answer I grab her glass and pour it on his leg.

Sand turning red as blood on a shirt.
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Pain.

Waking vision blurred.

Warmth fades.

Anger rises.
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"Damn it Marn..." I say looking at the check statement "I told you things were tight this month"

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't pass the deal up though" She replies meekly not knowing what to do,tears welling at the edges of her azure eyes.

I really shouldn't of been so mad, I know how she loved her roses and forty wasn't bad for six Anne Hathaways. Besides it would complete the left side perfectly.My, how we'd waste away the time looking at her work.

"What's wrong Dad?" Bryson ask coming down the stairs, hair a mess in his night clothes.Freckles darker and more numerous than eve his mom's.

I sigh.I dealt with arguing all my child hood.I wouldn't let that happen to him.

"Nothing son, I've just had a rough day." I say getting up to kiss him on the forehead. "You've an early morning, up to bed,k?"

"OK, I love you."

"Love you too, Bry-bry"

I turn to Marnie, My love.I sigh.

"Hun...I...I'm." I rub my face and hair.

She walks up to me, all hint of sadness gone.

"I know, its ok. I'm sorry too."

She looks at me, I get lost in the sea of her eyes as she moves closer.She kisses me deeply.
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Loss,Emptiness,Loneliness,Release just a short crawl away Delirium closing in.

NO!


Delusion fades, bright clear sky over head.

White pale skin, white trembling hands find steel.

A smile.

Red hair hanging low freckles on her nose.

The bitter taste of tears and pepper and steel.

The boy, crazy hair, giggling.

Lovely.


Home.